Summer invited us out several times, and we all tacitly declined.
He enthusiastically took me to see wedding dresses and hotels.
After meeting both sets of parents, the wedding was officially put on the agenda.
Everything seems to be going just as I wanted.
He has always been a man of his words.
But I don’t know why, but I still feel an indescribable anxiety and burning sensation inside.
Like something was going to happen.
The day to register is arranged.
He never came.
I dialed the number.
No one answered the phone for a long time, and finally, there was a notification that the phone was turned off.
Holding the number I had picked, I sat on the bench and waited for him for the whole morning.
Newlyweds with happy faces come and go.
Keep passing by me.
Occasionally, there would be scrutinizing glances.
Until 12:10 noon.
The Civil Affairs Bureau had all gone off work, and he rushed over panting and sweating profusely.
"I'm sorry, Candy, there was an urgent job at work and I can't leave. I wanted to call you, but my phone ran out of battery and turned off."
"Are you anxious?"
He took me out to eat and kept picking food for me.